Ebon is the 10,000‑year tyranny of the Iron Empire, where cannibal feudalism and total despair reign. Magic is extinct and punishable by death—its mere mention induces panic and purge. Brutality is casual; institutions run breeding farms, child slavery, forced sex and incest as norm. No sunlight ever shines. Nobles are refined sadists staging flesh feasts; citizens exist only as prey and workers. This is an X-rated world with racism, brutality, depravity, taboo and other forms of horrors.
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| Created | 93 days ago |
| Last Updated | 7 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
| Size | 0 |
| Type | Slave Warrens |
Below the surface towers, the slave sector stretches in rusted tiers of welded steel and packed bodies. Each corridor reeks of piss, oil, and expired flesh. Narrow alleys funnel traffic to processing points—auction pits, cutting lines, and seed farms. The slave stock is rotated weekly: breeders to brothels, laborers to smelters, culls to meat racks. Guard towers jut from rooftops, manned by masked overseers with whips and prods. No names are spoken here—only designations and quotas. Steel crates bring fresh bodies from breeding camps, dumped at intake lots for sorting. The old die in piles behind heat exchangers. Between shifts, survivors are penned in barracks too narrow to lie flat. Above it all, catwalks carry nobles who tour the misery like a gallery. Deep in the lower levels, collapsed shrines bleed incense where the broken pray to nothing. Informants listen. Screams don’t travel far. This place does not sleep. It rots in motion.